A weak Frenchman

The time we spent together was wonderful. Walking around Paris and visiting the Eiffel Tower. I was in love with my French prince charming. At last I've decided to leave my native country. I didn't know a word of French. I had my 5-year-old son who came with me. It was a big change for my son too. I had no parents, I knew I couldn't go back. There's no one who can protect and support me. I arrived in France in February 2011. The first strange behaviour I noticed a few weeks later towards my son. He had to stand up straight and eat absolutely everything on his plate even if he doesn't like it. I was forbidden to speak in my mother tongue with my son. He often shouted at my son to finish his meal, several times after he'd finished he threw up straight away. He then punished her and forced me to remove all the cheeks in her room. I'm trying to explain to my French ex that he's just a 5-year-old child. He didn't listen to me and shouted even louder I was scared. I found white hair like a person of age on my son's head when he was just 5 years old. I didn't know what to do, who to talk to and I was alone with my son. And I didn't know the French language. For the first time. We live not very far from the sea. And one day I asked my French ex to go and see the sea for me and my son, who had never seen it before. ex-Frenchman told me we mustn't stay very long as his grandmother is due to visit us. I saw that my son is very happy to see the sea. ex franchman repeat the same sentence several times. And the moment I turned to him to answer, I received the first slap in my life. It was still cold, not many people were there. I called the police but nobody heard me or didn't want to hear me. Then we go home when nothing happens. He apologised and told me it would never happen again. But he was wrong.